Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Morning Countdown...

"Read a book outside.
 Take a walk in the park.."
~ Thomas Kinkade

Every morning is a new beginning.  The start of something wonderful.  Maybe the day before was a rough day at work, even a couples quarrel, a new baby kept you up all night, or you are counting down the days to something wonderful.  The second you wake up; the slate is clean.  Everything the day before has ended.  A new day is born. Friday Paul and I talked about booking his flight to Texas and on Saturday, as most of you already know, we booked his flight.  He is going to visit with me for six full days.  From that moment on, I made a point to capture my mornings.    I never step onto my balcony without my camera, there is nothing like watching the sun spread her rays, hearing the birds greet the new day, looking past Interstate 35 and seeing the beautiful trees in the distance.


Saturday May 28, 2011 Morning

Just imagine this view with a cup of coffee.  Breath taking isn't it.  I sometimes wonder, if everyone woke just a little earlier, and spent the morning enjoying the view ... Would we be happier people?


I wonder.  Even through trials and tribulations of life. A new day might not bring you a clean slate, but it will offer new prospective. 


Monday, May 30, 2011

Honoring PFC Carlos James Lozada


Memorial Day is  observed on the last Monday in May, was first know as Decoration Day, it commemorates U. S. Service Members who died while serving in the military.  A Ritual of remembrance.




Today, I remember a great man.  A man who stood and protected his fellow 173d Sky Soldier Brothers.  This Great Man laid down his life on November 20th, 1967 on Hill 875.. Leaving behind a wife and his only child, a daughter.

The Great Man I speak of ; is my uncle ...




Counting Days and The excitement ...

The wheels are set in motion.  Dates are set.  A time line is narrowed down.  The ticket is purchased. 

I am  beside myself.  Elated, beyond anything even imaginable.  


Depart  ~ 6/6

This is the point where a dream turn into reality.  The starting point anyway, it wont seem real until I am standing face to face with it.  A round trip ticket, departing from Florida, will arrive 2 hours from my front door in about a week.   I want to scream from the roof top, only I'm really scared to even climb up there.  I search  around my apartment, wanting everything to be perfect.  Moving this item, cleaning that trinket, tossing out the thing a ma gig that has been taking up space for months. 

Then about lunch time, or maybe it was dinner, it hits me {only cause I was hungry} ...

There isn't a thing to eat .. I haven't went grocery shopping .. That's right, I haven't a clue how to cook !!!

If old statements are true "The way to a mans heart is through his stomach"  then man am I in trouble.  Better either plan out a meal guide for that week, or we just might starve.  I have made no secret of not knowing how to cook, but being faced with a date, somehow has stamped pathetic across my forehead.  Good thing there is internet connections and people like Ree Drummond, she can cook, and lucky for me .. she post her recipes online.  The picture by picture and step by step instructions are going to be quite helpful, not that my computer is in the kitchen ~ or anywhere near it.  I am ready to take on the challenge; jump right into the unknown world of kitchen terminology, and break out the pots and pans.  Lord help me, and please guide me through the lack of cooking knowledge and don't let me burn anything... Please.



With 7 days to go, there is much to be done.  The ticket was booked on Saturday, dates and times carefully looked over as we planned via phone and web cam. It was agreed that the departing day would be the 6th, after my scheduled time of work, and allowing us to spend my two full days off together.  Followed by only two working day, and then another two days off .. really just one because the departing flight in on the 12th.   6 days await us, and they can not get here fast enough.  
The only thing that has me worried, is I can't cook.  And I haven't seen him in 29 years.  Also that my teenage physique left me long ago.  Oh,plus no one has stayed in my apartment before, who wasn't a child or grand child that is.  The excitement of it all !!


Arrive ~ 6/6



The Wisest Words ...



One hot summer afternoon
A few days ago, on Thursday,  my daughter Tabitha came over to my apartment to pick up my camera; it was Award Ceremony day at Bynum School, and her son Garrett was due to get an award.   Plus, unbeknown to school officials, he had plans to moonwalk across the stage.  When she showed up, we talked some about Paul and the plans we were tossing around about him making a trip to visit me here in Texas.  We have been talking alot about it in fact, and in truth; about the possibilities of me moving back to Florida.  I hadn't said anything to either of my daughters or my son in Virgina, and I hadn't mentioned it to Tabitha that day.  While standing at the landing; Tabitha spoke the purest words of wisdom to me, and it hit home... struck a cord deep inside of me, and brought me back in time.  

"When are you moving back to Florida?  Mom, it's time.  We are all grown, you have given enough of yourself, put your life on hold for us kids.  It is more then time for YOU to be happy." 


I thought about her words.  More then I would have ever admitted to anyone.  Took a look back into my life and realized something.  She was right.  Parents always put their children first, well I do, in everything.  There were times I remembered, buying new shoes for the girls and wearing their old ones; never buying any for myself.  While Tabitha was in high school, we wore the same size clothing, so I would buy for her and borrow when I needed something special to wear.  I always seen the need to spend on them, my children, rather then take the time and spend a penny on myself.  Ashley pretty much got what ever she asked for, she was my sickly child and because of the medical outcome the doctors gave her.. she never longed for anything.  James, well he is my son.. my only son.  No matter what he wanted, he got it.  Pets, collectibles, game systems and games. 


Sunday, May 29, 2011

Vacation Adjustments ..

Well, this seems par for course..  Early to bed and now, early to rise.  4:30am, and I am wide awake.  Doesn't it Figure. 

 My Welcome home view Saturday, as I wait for my apartment key to arrive via Ashley ...


My first week back hasn't been to bad at all.  Although I miss New York like crazy;  the Garden City neighbor hood and it's colorful flowers.  The cool mornings and breezy afternoons.  My uncle Billy and Aunt Nina.  Riding around on the subways and Penn Station's public entertainment.  Lunch with Paco and Carlos, visiting with Jose'.  I miss everything about it.  I came back with a strong Bronx/Brooklyn accent, thank you Paco, Carlos, and Jose' for sharing; and my boss Amanda who began teaching me the correct pronouncement of particular words. Such as Talk, Walk, Right.. just to name a few.  Sadly enough; the longer I am away from the big city lights, that harder it is to hold on.


  Morning visit with my sweety Paul via Web Cam ...

Friday, May 27, 2011

The Perfect Man...

  


Very wise words come from the places least expected.  As a single parent, I have often given the best and worst parts of myself.  I think all single mothers do.  Though my children never longed for anything, and I gladly went without to make sure they had the very best, the biggest area I failed them was in happiness.  Not theirs; but mine.


"A flower like the rose, is perfect, and giving a
women a dozen of them is like saying
There is such a thing as perfect and
it is out there.  Don't give up.
You'll find it..."


The work of a single parent is never done.   There is the 9 to 5 job, and then there is the second, and hardest job, and it begins at home.  Times were tough, sure , what American family doesn't have their ups and downs?  Yet, when happiness would come calling for me, I often did not answer.  Contentment was within my children.  I learned long ago, that nothing last forever.  Forever was an impossible dream, even for the dream I was chasing.  Knowing what you want, and getting it; are two totally different things.  With my dream relationship out of my reach, and the vision of my perfect man unfindable; I lived the idea of what I thought happiness should be.  

Maybe someone should have pulled me aside and told me; you can't love enough for two people.  In fact, I've learned that you have to project the love you carry inside of yourself; onto the person it is meant for.  There is no Perfect Relationship, unless it is with the person with whom you fell in love with, in the beginning.  


 "It has to start with a beginning...."


  For years I thought, there was no such thing as a Perfect Relationship.  Who ever thought there was, is simply out of their minds.  Oddly enough {rather, NOT oddly enough}, throughout  those years I have talked to many women, and some men as well, who believe just as I did.  Perfect?  Just what is the definition of Perfect anyway?  You Dictonary.com tells me the answer to this very question:   Perfect ~ Complete in all respects; without defect or omission; sound, flawless.  In a condition of complete excellence, faultless; most excellent; sometimes used in comparatively ....
  
I would be lying if sitting here I said "sure I've had many great loves"; in truth I couldn't even begin to tell you what that word even meant.  Love.  Humph, would I ever even know what it truly feels like?  Could the explanation of such a small word, L O V E,  even begin to open this closed heart? 

"The greatest thing in life to fear;   is fear it's self...."


 Throughout my young adult life, I would never let anyone close enough to even capture my heart.   I would distance myself,  use the excuse that I was "to busy with my children to get involved". or  "My family needs me first".   Goodness, I have even said "I don't like someone else walking into my family and telling my children what they can and can't do".  Through it all, my heart was saved.  Protected for the love of my life.  When I found him of course.  I wanted the fairy tale, but not those we read to our children.  I wanted the love, in the fairy tale.  I can remember telling my cousin Desi when he asked me one day,  who was the lucky guy;  I responded "He hasn't found me yet, but he will.  He's coming.  I can feel it." 





 "Orchids
Float in the water.. So Delicate and Beautiful
 A Women in love ~ is as an Orchid... 
Floating on a cloud of infinite possibility... "


 Not one single time was hope lost.  Faith forgotten.  Dreams brushed aside.  I pushed on searching, waiting for the Perfect Man to find me.  One day, while sitting at my computer and searching through a list of "people you might know"  I came across one of my  high school teachers from East Bay High School, Mr. Roy Rogers.  A friend request and an acceptance leas to a simple question "Do you remember this picture, and why or what it was taken for?"  A scanned picture, and fate was knocking at my door. I searched the faced of the picture, adding names to those I remembered, and staring into the face of just one.   After all these years, I was looking into the face of the Perfect Man I have searching for.

It is funny how we, as humans, can push aside the daily trials of life.  Set aside the wants we have.   Learn to live with just the necessities.  There is one thing that can not be fooled ... and that is our hearts.  The ache I felt looking into that photo, was greater then anything I have ever felt.  As my heart raced, I literally had to grab my chest, just to ensure it wasn't going to leap out of my skin.   I eventually responded to the request of Mr. Rogers; and for days waited; watching the photo for a comment.  Longing to see his name pop up and place a quote, under the photo.  What I received was more then I could have ever hoped for.  A private message soon displayed on my computer monitor, as I sat in aw over his simple words "Hi, how are you.?".  What seemed to me as hours, I couldn't take my eyes off of his question.  Not only was fate knocking at my door, but there he traveled ... 1300 miles to Texas, to my apartment, so my internet connection, to me. 


"Knowing her Perfect Man,given the chance, 
could be anywhere in the world;
and seeing that he would
rather be with her.  Because life is better,
with her by his side..."


 Fate alone is wondrous to behold, but put it along with love  ~ and a Beautiful thing comes alive.  Many thanks to a high school teacher of long ago, Mr. Roy Rogers ... For bringing fate to Texas;  For a Senor photo I insisted the Perfect Boy take with me  ...  For connecting me with the Perfect Man...  To my daughter Tabitha ~ for the wise words; Thank you for letting me know  it is ok for me to let go and be happy.  And to the Perfect Man, Paul ~ Thank you ... You complete me..



Thursday, May 26, 2011

Balcony Visions...



Tonight; after video chatting with my sweety Paul, I went to stand on my balcony.  I often do this to reflect on our conversations.  While I was standing out there, thinking of many wonderful things Paul said to me, I noticed something flying around, out there ..... in the darkness.

Right away my thoughts ran to, "Bats"..  That's me, one big chicken.

In an instant.... it was landing on my balcony.  Not just one, but two ...of what ever they were. 

Shoot !! why didn't I bring my camera ?!?  I always being my camera out on to the balcony !! {never know what shots you might miss}

I slid the sliding glass door open, like a theft in the night {being the chicken I am.. and because I didn't want the BATS to attack me and suck out all my blood}, tip toed into the living room, made a mad dash to my bedroom and snatched the camera. 

With the setting on Night Time Frame, and my finger on the silver button, quickly I heard.. click.. click.. click.. click.and began praying "Please don't attack me and suck my blood"  {To many Vampire movies would be my guess}